I Was His Substitute Bride Chapter 50
A moment later, she eagerly brought two cups of water. Handed them to Cole and Blair.
The next second, both of them collapsed to their knees, clutching their throats. Violently coughing up blood.
The bailiff stationed at the door saw this. Immediately seized Sabrina.
Sabrina laughed hysterically. “You both deserve this. Who told you to try and abandon me? If I can’t have a good life, neither can you.”
Upon investigation, industrial-strength acid powder was found on her person.
Her cancer, naturally, was also a lie.
I seized this moment to submit my case from three years ago. The setup that caused my vocal cord damage. Requested the cases be combined.
In the end, Cole and Blair received timely medical treatment. Only temporarily lost their voices for a month.
Cole, for reasons unknown, on the day of his recovery, announced his withdrawal from the legal profession. Said he was unworthy of being a voice for justice anymore.
I knew it. He’d always held himself to the highest standard. Discovering that Sabrina, whom he’d trusted entirely, was so utterly base, it shattered his confidence in his own judgment. He felt he wasn’t qualified to be the star lawyer in the public eye anymore.
Once the star lawyer’s halo faded, Cole was just an ordinary clerk. Doing simple work.
Sometimes, gazing at the Prescott Tower, his mind would wander.
The Prescotts were very grateful to me. Said a family really can’t afford internal strife. It lets outsiders exploit the cracks.
Seeing Blair’s true colors—how she’d stop at nothing to achieve her goals—they directly severed all ties with the Vanderbilt family.
Sabrina couldn’t possibly repay the tens of millions in damages. She was sentenced to at least ten years in prison.
On the day of her sentencing, I quietly told Spencer some good news. I was truly pregnant.
The Prescotts were overjoyed.
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Our daughter’s one-month celebration fell on New Year’s Eve.
The butler in charge of the gift registry told me, troubled, that someone named Cole Donovan had left behind a heavy Tiffany sterling silver longevity locket. Then turned and left.
That locket was probably his entire savings.
I remembered. I’d once told him, if we ever had a child, we’d buy our kid a sturdy silver locket.
Spencer looked at me, his gaze gentle. No jealousy. Afraid it might weigh on the baby, he placed the locket near the edge of the crib.
I just smiled, playing with our daughter.
From then on, Cole and I went our separate ways.
My future, anchored by my husband and child, stretched out infinitely.
[The End]
